Adds a very dark (almost black) honey from a jar behind the Bar. sips toddy... thank you~ Jella Gives Jella a deep heart felt hug. smiles~Sits by the Magic Fire place~As sparks pop, crack and shoot from the hearth like a tiny little fire work displays from the flames ~Misses lost friends~Sips ~Fades back into the chair~

In the deepest darkest shadows of the Bar a sadness is felt …the sadness of the loss of a very close friend to me. This is the second loss this close to me……. RIP Normand 1985~ RIP Ron 2012 Burners who never stepped foot on the playa… but Burners never the less.Opens a Small black case covered in Ostrich skin. Takes out a small container…pulls a ball of ear wax hash out of container. Rolls it between fingers until it is a thick snake the same length as the rolling paper. From the case~ Cuts up some good sticky bud. Making sure not to cut the bud up too much. Adds the bud to a rolling paper and drops the snake right in the middle. Adds some sticky bud on top, then rolls it up. Licks~ Smooths out rolling paper~Closes up case. Sets on ground next to make shift couch~Pulls out his red cigar torch~Lights the Snake in the grass~Smokes~Sits in the darkness~

The bass from the music starts to rumble the dust up from the cracks in the floor~Takes glass~Drinks deep~Pushes chair away from table~Sets glass back down on table~Pours a second glass of Krupnikas~ Takes glass~Stands up~ turns back on the dark table then slowly walks across the floor of the dusty Bar~Sits in dusty booth deep in the Shadows of the Bar~ Sips Spice~

Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care NOT who writes this nation’s laws. ... S.J. Perelman